The Psychopath's Harem



Qing Shi Lian obediently parted her lips, and Xia Tian slid his thumb inside.

Her response was instantaneous as she began to suck on it like a baby eager for her milk.

Ye Zhao's eyes snapped open in shock, his heart pounding in his chest. "W-why are you doing this, Lian Lian?" he thought, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He couldn't believe that the woman he loved could betray him like this.

When Qing Shi Lian turned to face him, he saw the guilt and inner turmoil etched on her face.

But as her gaze drifted to Xia Tian, her expression changed, becoming full of love and desire.

Ye Zhao watched in horror as she licked her lips, a thin thread of saliva forming in the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Zhixuan watched the scene unfold, his mind racing with confusion. "Is she dreaming?" he wondered.

Xia Tian chuckled, a low, ominous sound, as he moved toward Qing Shi Lian.

Slowly, he began to unwrap her, revealing her soft skin and smooth curves. Despite her shame, Qing Shi Lian couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over her.

As Xia Tian continued to unwrap her, Qing Shi Lian's full body came into view. She looked just like her daughter, Ye Suyin, but with a more mature and voluptuous figure.

Xia Tian let out a groan of pleasure at the sight of her, his eyes gleaming with lust.

He leaned in close to Qing Shi Lian's ear, his voice low and dangerous. "If you survive, I will keep you as my pet," he whispered.

Qing Shi Lian appeared to be unresponsive to his words, although an wide and made smile was hanging on her face. 

Xia Tian couldn't help but burst into a chuckle, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he gently scooped up Qing Shi Lian's rosy cheek.

"Such a cute little animal," he whispered in a playful tone, his lips curling into a small smile.

Wrapped tightly around Xia Tian's waist, Qing Shi Lian's legs clung to him as if he was the only lifeline in a stormy sea.

The pair were stripped of their clothes, their bare skin burning with desire.

A faint flush crept up Zhou Zhixuan's delicate features as Xia Tian's gaze shifted towards her.

She felt like a helpless loli in the throes of an intense fantasy, her mind reeling with lustful thoughts.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhao was staring at them with a bewildered expression, his heart shattering into a million pieces.

He couldn't believe what was unfolding right in front of him, the woman he loved being ravaged by another man.

Ofcouse Xia Tian wasn't going to allow Ye Zhao to break this easily...

Determined to clear the misunderstanding and put Ye Zhao's heart at ease, Xia Tian leaned in closer to Qing Shi Lian, pressing his face against her soft cheek.

With a sly grin, he stuck out his tongue and licked a trail across her face, savoring the sweet taste of her skin.

A deep, satisfied sigh escaped Xia Tian's lips, sending shivers down Qing Shi Lian's spine as she trembled with pleasure.

Next, Xia Tian retrieved the small knife he had used with Wang Wenshu.

With a steady hand, he pressed the blade gently against Qing Shi Lian's delicate skin, savoring the thrill of the sharp steel piercing through flesh.

Slowly, he traced a line across her right cheek, cutting open an inch-long gash.

Instantly, a hot, crimson stream of blood erupted from the wound, pooling messily on her chin and spilling onto the sheets below.

Qing Shi Lian's face twisted in agony, and she clutched at Xia Tian's back, her nails digging into his flesh. 

"It's okay, mother is fine..." she panted weakly, trying to reassure herself. "Wuhan... It doesn't hurt me..."

Ignoring her protests, Xia Tian leaned in close and licked at the cut, his tongue rough and abrasive against the raw, open wound.

The taste of coppery blood flowed on his lips, he sealed his mouth over the wound and began to suck, drawing in deep gulps of the warm, salty liquid that poured from the cut.

Qing Shi Lian gasped in pain as the sensation coursed through her.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before - a searing, burning sensation that spread through her entire body, hot and raw and almost unbearably intense.

Slowly, though, the sensation began to fade, replaced by a warm, comforting feeling as Xia Tian continued to suckle at her cut.

His tongue flickered over the raw, exposed edges, teasing and pulling at the skin until the cut widened, spilling out even more blood.

He pressed her back into the soft mattress, his weight on top of her as he continued to drink from her.

Qing Shi Lian moaned softly, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure intensified.

The pain was still there, throbbing and pulsing in time with her heartbeat, but it was slowly giving way to something altogether sweeter, something that made her heart race and her senses go wild.

Gradually, Xia Tian pulled back, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he surveyed the damage he had wrought.

Qing Shi Lian lay on the bed, her face a mask of blood and sweat, her breaths shallow and unsteady.

She gazed up at him with a look of adoration and fascination, her fingers still tangled in his hair as she basked in the afterglow of their intense moment together.

Ye Zhao's eyes shook heavily, as though he had finally spotted the truth.

"Haawgaha!" he screamed and thrashed in anger, but his mouth was gagged with a ragged cloth, tears streaming down his face.

He finally realized that Qing Shi Lian had not betrayed him, but was being controlled by Xia Tian.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhixuan felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation as Xia Tian continued to suck on the same wound, draining the woman's blood.

The sight of it was unlike anything she had ever seen, even among the bloodsucker community.

As Xia Tian enjoyed his lovely feast, Qing Shi Lian's breathing became ragged and her face grew pale.

The experience was taking a toll on her, and even Zhou Zhixuan, who was not easily rattled felt a chill run down her spine.